Chapter 3: Mind

Draco blinked and looked around. Why was the plastic off his cell? He could stand and walk out easily, and easily he did so. The other cells on either side of him still had their plastic on, and the people inside. Why was Harry letting him go? Because he understood? Because of what they shared in the past?

Draco stepped forward and walked toward the door he had seen anyone who wouldn't scream go into, black robes trailing behind him. Inside were walls and walls of devices Draco couldn't even begin to fathom the use of. Most of them were dripping in blood.

Shivering, Draco closed the door and looked to the one Harry and his posse came out of every day. Inside was… outside. A lush green field with summer trees and a scent of fresh rain. Draco began walking through, embracing his freedom. He ran, he laughed, he ran as far as he could go, never feeling tired, just running.

The sun began to set, and as soon as it did, everywhere went dark.

"Hello?" Drace's voice echoed in the dark. "Is anyone here?

"Draco."

Draco spun around "who's there? Who is it? Where are you?"

In a nonexistent light, Draco saw a figure… Who? That pose… his Father? No. No, Harry still had his father in captivity… The Dark Lord? No. He was dead. But that posture was so familiar… The air of someone who was crazy and powerful… Damnit, WHO?

Harry… Draco thought.

Yes?

Where am I?

Wake up

I'm not asleep

Wake up, Draco.

I'm not asleep. I'm fre-

Wake up, Damnit!

I'M "NOT ASLEEP!"

"WAKE UP!"

Draco opened his eyes. Why was he on the floor in his cell? He looked outside the cell… A dream? Why were they standing over him like that? Was he under some sort of curse?

"Good." Harry turned behind him. "Nice hit, Steve. Woke him up.' He turned back to Draco, who was slowly pushing his stiff muscles to sit up.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was dry, his throaght was quiet… whispery… as though he had been asleep for a long time…

"You were under that sleep charm everyone loved so much. Did you suffer? Are you feeling any pain or discomfort, other than the usual wake up stiffness?" Harry peered down

Draco shook his head. "How long was I out for?"

Harry turned away and moved down a few cells. "a month."

A month… Draco had escaped a month of torture…of painfull spells and curses… "Put it on again!"

Harry stopped in his tracks. ". . . What?"

"Put it on again. Please!" Draco crawled to the plastic on the front of the cell "I can't stand this place. I hate it here."

Harry walked back and knelt so he was near Draco's level. "If I were to put the spell on you again, you'd miss out on the next fun month we have planned for you!? He put on a cheery smile and stood. "This is punishment, Draco. You're not supposed to like it or be comfortable with it. It's supposed to be painful."

AN: So like I said, the next chapter should be up. I don't want any reviews or questions until the very end. Ok? So don't review

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K